Infertility: how did I fall pregnant?

After three years of heartache I was pregnant at last – I’d defied the odds and we would be welcoming our baby in November 2014.

But how did I fall pregnant? I mean, I know how but when I was deemed infertile, how? Continue reading “Infertility: how did I fall pregnant?”

Infertility: from heartbreak to happy endings (part three)

We’d tried to conceive naturally and with the help of clomid, but nothing was happening.

There were concerns about whether or not I did in fact have fibroids or endometriosis, and so I was referred on for surgery – laparoscopy, where your insides are examined with a camera and ovarian drilling, where the ovaries are basically shaved of cysts in order to give new eggs the chance to release and be fertilised. Continue reading “Infertility: from heartbreak to happy endings (part three)”

Infertility: from heartbreak to happy endings (part two)

Nothing was happening, after a year of trying I still wasn’t pregnant.

And so I saw my doctor, as I’d in fact had no periods for four months and nothing seemed to be happening.  They were lovely, but told me my BMI was too high for a referral and to return once I’d lost a sufficient amount of weight. Continue reading “Infertility: from heartbreak to happy endings (part two)”

Infertility: from heartbreak to happy endings (part one)

Let me start by saying that this one has been incredibly hard for me to write – it’s taken many drafts and a few tears to get this out and on paper(metaphorically speaking).

You may think I know nothing of infertility, when all I do is moan about my three-year old and constantly joking about the shit side of parenthood, when in fact I was infertile.  Barren.  Unable to conceive. Continue reading “Infertility: from heartbreak to happy endings (part one)”